Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 14:03:19 -0500
From: Jamie Anderson
Subject: Oddly Misused.
The Disclaimer.
This is a work of fiction. So any resemblance between the machinations of
my dirty mind and real people must be purely coincidental.
This story contains fairly graphic descriptions of various sex acts, many
of which are a tad illegal in the more prudish States in the USA. If
reading stories of this nature offends you, then you might as well stop
right here.
If you are not allowed to read such things in your country please feel
free to continue, as I think all censors should be strung up by their
gonads, until such time as they see the error of their ways.
If you are underage and reading this stuff please do not contact me asking
for explanations of the polysyllabic words. I'd much rather you tried to
learn how to use a dictionary.
All that said, I think it is now safe to begin the tale.
Oddly Misused
Marc stood by the door of the train as it glided to a stop in the station.
There was a gentle hiss and the doors opened allowing him to step out and
onto the platform. Almost instantly he caught sight of his cousin Andre
and waved to him. They met and hugged each other.
To the other people on the platform, they looked like two brothers
greeting each other rather than cousins.
Now this was not as surprising as it might seem. Years before they were
born their fathers, who were twins, had been co-opted into a long-term
scientific research program on identical twins. During the study they met
pair of twin girls in the project and, a few years later, there was a
double wedding. So genetically, Marc and Andre were as close as brothers.
Marc was of medium height and build, with black hair, big gentle dark eyes
and a trim body with soft lines. Andre was just a taller, more rugged and
much more muscular edition of Marc.
They chatted as they went round to the car park, which was dark and almost
deserted. Andre pressed the remote release and they each opened a door of
Andre's car, Marc threw his bag on the back seat and took his place in the
passenger's seat, then closed his door. As Andre was already seated with
his door closed, the courtesy light went out leaving them in darkness.
Their lips met in a long slow kiss as Marc slipped one hand over Andre's
crotch and started investigating.
In response to the touch, Andre broke the kiss and said, "Later! The wife
has dinner ready and we had better not be late."
Marc sighed in disappointment, and sat back in his seat but left his hand
where it was, as Andre started the engine and began the drive home.
As they travelled through the darkness Marc mulled over their strange
relationship.
Andre was the elder by almost a year and had always been the dominant
one. Their parent's houses had been practically next door to each other
and they had shared their formative years.
As Andre was older, the changes that happen at puberty had come first to
him. Their play had become more physical with lots of wrestling. Although
he never managed to win, Marc found this strangely exciting and he always
found himself aroused when Andre had him pinned in a helpless position. He
also sensed that Andre was in someway stimulated.
His sexual education had mostly come from Andre. He learned to masturbate
and gathered what girls did to boys and boys did to girls. However for
both Andre and Marc it was hearsay evidence, neither had been with anyone,
boy or girl.
Andre was one of those males who found physical danger sexually arousing,
and one evening this led to their first sexual encounter. They belonged to
a youth club whose mode of transport was an old army truck. On one
memorable occasion, five of the teenagers from the club set off for a
weekend's camping. Three sat in the cab while Andre and Marc, being the
more junior members of the group, ended up in the back with the kit.
As the truck droned through the gathering darkness along the empty country
roads, Andre rapidly became bored and decided to liven things up. To
achieve this end, he stood on the tailboard and climbed onto the roof.
From there he made his way forwards until he was on the roof of the cab.
There he lent over the windscreen so that the 19-year-old driver suddenly
had his forward vision blocked by Andre's inverted head.
This had the desired effect and his boredom vanished. Fortunately Army
trucks have handholds everywhere, for the next few minutes Andre clung on
for his very life as the driver did everything within his power to
dislodge him. After a while the driver relented and Andre made it back
along the roof and into the back of the truck.
Marc could see Andre was in a very excited state as he scrambled in, but
he was not expecting it when Andre started to unzip his fly and said, "Oh
Christ, I've got to have a wank right now!"
Marc's eyes grew large as, in the gloom, he got his first view of another
male's erection. As Andre was far enough into puberty to be sexually
mature, his cock was much larger than Marc's and the sight of it erect was
doing exotic things to the mind of the younger boy. Andre noticed the
fascination that his manhood held for his cousin and out of devilment he
grabbed Marc's wrist and guided his hand to the rigid member.
"You do it!" Andre said, and Marc watched as his hand obeyed.
Now, the truth be told, Marc had more experience about masturbation than
Andre. So he removed his hand, spat on it and gave Andre his first taste
of a wet wank. Andre groaned with pleasure. Marc then started doing some
of the other things that he had found worked on himself. He caressed
Andre's nuts, rubbed him just behind the balls and stroked the insides of
his thighs. Andre made encouraging noises.
Very slowly Marc's face was getting closer to Andre's crotch; the smell of
a large cock seemed to attract him. Soon he was on his knees between
Andre's widespread thighs and the head of the of his cousin's cock was
directly before his lips. Marc felt a hand touch the back of his head and
heard Andre whisper, "Go on, do it! Girls do it to guys all the time, it
must be easy."
Instinctively Marc opened his mouth and let the hand pull his head onto
the cock. With his own hand Marc pulled back the foreskin and licked the
head as it entered his mouth. The effect on Andre was electrifying. He
kept muttering the word "Yes" over and over while his hand ruffled Marc's
hair in an attempt to encourage him.
The first warning that something was about to happen was signalled to Marc
by a change in Andre's breathing, it became distinctly ragged, then it
began to reflect the movements of Marc's mouth on the large cock that it
contained. Marc also noticed that the nuts were now fully retracted
against the base of the cock, exactly like his own did just before he was
going to shoot.
Marc was deciding that it was about time to retreat when all choice in the
matter was taken from him. Andre's other hand touched Marc's head. The
gentle ruffling of his hair stopped and the hands locked Marc's head
firmly.
Andre now moved his hips driving his cock in and out of that lovely mouth
that had just brought him so close to the edge of an orgasm. It took only
few strokes before he pushed himself over that edge into an abyss of
ecstasy.
Marc barely had time to recognise the dilemma he was in before the cock
exploded in his mouth and suddenly he had a mouthful of cum. Marc knelt
helplessly as his cousin pumped his load in, filling Marc's mouth. The
gushing cock seemed to produce an endless amount of the stuff. On the
fourth stroke it was running out of his mouth and began to dribble down
his chin. Desperately he managed to swallow on the next backstroke.
Gradually Andre's hips began to slow and Marc found that he was having to
suck quite hard to make his cousin's seed flow. Eventually he gave up,
released the cock and resumed his seat beside Andre.
It took Andre several minutes to collect his thoughts. He had had his
first sexual encounter with another person, and it had exceeded his
wildest expectations. Recounting the feeling of power that it gave him to
dump his load into an unwilling but quite helpless mouth, almost made him
shoot again. In the dim light he looked at Marc. There was cum all over
his face and to Andre's surprise he did not appear to be annoyed by what
had happened to him.
"Did you swallow it?" he asked, in a sort of awed voice.
A silly grin came on Marc's face and he nodded.
"Shit, man, you didn't have to do that!" said Andre, as the guilt began to
set in.
"I didn't have a lot of options, it was swallow it or drown in it. Do you
always cum that much?" replied Marc.
"It seemed to be about a normal load to me. But you could have spat it
out."
By way of a reply Marc bent over, took the softening cock squeezed out the
last drips of Andre's load and licked them off the slit of the cockhead.
"But I wanted to swallow," he said, as Andre groaned with pleasure.
Andre kept going on about how good Marc had been, until Marc's blush could
just about be seen in the dark. Then Andre pulled him onto his lap facing
way from Andre and quite efficiently took down his jeans and underpants.
Marc felt Andre's muscular thigh press against his naked legs then Andre
reached down and separated his buns allowing his ring to press up against
Andre's waning member. Marc felt incredibly vulnerable and for some reason
a thrill ran through him.
Andre then put his first lesson of the night into action and spat on his
hand before he wrapped it round the smaller cock of his cousin. Marc began
to wriggle about on Andre's lap and the action made Andre's cock begin to
stiffen between Marc's naked buns.
Andre kept on jacking the boy off and whispered in his ear, "One day I'm
going to fuck you and that cock of mine will dump my load deep inside that
cute little bum of yours."
Marc listened to the words, imagined the cock that had filled his mouth
fucking him and promptly had his own orgasm.
This first encounter cast the mould for the rest of their relationship.
Marc would do anything that he could to make Andre have an orgasm. The
feeling of being in contact with that big cock when it began to shoot was
an irresistible one for Marc.
For Andre's part it was pure pleasure. Whatever he wanted he got. Marc
seemed to take a delight in being dominated. Andre's only contribution to
Marc's direct sexual pleasure was to jack him off afterwards.
As it turned out, they did not have long to wait before their second
encounter. Their parents were going to a dance and Marc was moved into his
cousin's bedroom for the night. The agony of waiting until their parents
left took its toll on Marc; in contrast Andre just lounged around with a
lazy grin on his face.
Finally their parents made it to the car and departed. Andre and Marc
stood watching by the window until they were well out of sight and
unlikely to turn round and come back for any forgotten item.
As they moved back from the window and let the curtain fall closed, Andre
took Marc into his arms and they embraced. Each became instantly aware
that the other was also erect. Their lips met and Andre slipped his tongue
into Marc's mouth and went exploring.
Marc felt the tongue enter his mouth and begin to probe around. The
sensation of it moving inside him was turning him on and he hugged Andre
more tightly.
When they came up for air, Andre said, "The bedroom!"
They set off in that direction, Andre excited about having his first fuck
and Marc enjoying the strange sexual turn on produced by fear of the
unknown and his inability to stop things.
In the bedroom, both stripped quickly and returned to their embrace. Naked
body against naked body felt much nicer. Especially where the cock rubbed
against the other's belly. This time when they broke Andre pulled Marc
towards the bed. It was a full sized double bed and Marc had often slept
in it with Andre. Now however he was lying face down on it with his legs
spread wide, desperate to provide satisfaction for his cousin.
Marc felt the hands spread his buns and then the head of Andre's rigid
member touched his ring. Andre pushed sharply forwards and Marc screamed
very, very loudly as he clawed his way up the bed to get away from Andre's
cock.
"That hurt like Hell," he whimpered.
"Try to relax," said Andre, "it shouldn't hurt all that much."
"Well it DID!" insisted Marc, "Couldn't I just take you in my mouth like
last time?"
"Nah," said Andre, "I have my heart set on fucking you, we must be doing
something wrong. Loads of guys fuck their girls up the back when it is the
wrong time of the month."
There was a short silence then suddenly Andre snapped his fingers and
said, "Got it!"
He leapt from the bed and left the room. A few moments later he returned
with a jar in his hand.
"Be a good lad and hold your buns apart while I grease you up with this,"
he said as he unscrewed the top.
Obedient as ever, Marc reached back and pulled his asscheeks apart. He was
not expecting it to be cold and the touch of Andre's coated finger made
him shiver. The finger made a circular motion around his ring and very
gradually Andre increased the pressure until the finger sank into him. The
effect was wonderful, Andre wiggled the finger and Marc begged him to do
it again, so Andre did. He then moved his finger around exploring and as
he did so he watched Marc's reactions. If he wanted to get his cock where
his finger was he would have to be careful not to hurt Marc again, well,
at least not before he got it inside him.
Marc loved the way the finger was moving and was again looking forward to
the fuck. So he did as he was told when Andre asked him to relax as much
as he could and a second finger entered him. It went in as easily as the
first and he now sensed Andre was slackening him up in earnest.
As Andre worked he noticed that every time he brushed his finger across
the small flat hard patch on the inside at the base of Marc's cock the lad
groaned with pleasure. He paused in his exertions in loosening Marc's ring
and deliberately began to rub on the spot.
At once there was a reaction from Marc, he began to moan and writhe on the
bed. He was muttering, "Fuck me," and, as a bemused Andre continued the
assault on his prostate, the muttering grew in volume until Marc was
shouting, "Fuck me! You bastard. Fuck me!"
Andre stopped playing with Marc and said, "In a minute, little one. I
don't think that you're slack enough for me yet."
At this point the third finger went in, but Marc was so far out of his
mind that he never really noticed.
With three fingers at work the job went quickly and, as soon as the boy
could take them all the way in without discomfort, Andre decided it was
time to once more go for the real thing. With his free hand he greased up
his cock. When it was nice and slick he withdrew his fingers and placed
the head of his cock on the younger boy's ring.
He then pushed his foreskin as far forwards as it would go and gently
shoved the head in. Marc gasped but did not try to get away. The next part
of the penetration was surprisingly easy. He pushed forwards and this
rolled his foreskin back allowing his cock to ride in on it, a bit like a
tank rides on its tracks.
Marc lay there holding his buns apart and his fingers were just brushing
the cock that was impaling him. The sensation provided by Andre's cock was
quite different from the one from his fingers. Then, although he was only
part way in, Andre began to fuck him, and that was a completely new
ballgame. Each back stroke left him feeling empty. Each forward one
slightly more full as Andre drove himself in a little deeper every time.
When the head of the invading cock started pushing over his prostate Marc
let go of his buns and began squirming around on the bed in ecstasy. Andre
could now do what he liked to him, Marc was beyond caring.
Andre looked down at the writhing body beneath him and marvelled. He could
see his cock going in and out of the lad's ass and that felt nice. However
the effect it was having on the boy was way out of proportion. He wondered
what would happen if he did it a bit harder and deeper, so he quite
deliberately lengthened his strokes, put a bit more effort into it and
watched as the boy's movements became more frenetic.
Marc was lost in a haze of pleasure. He was vaguely aware that Andre had
started fucking him really hard. Somewhere at the back of his mind he knew
that each vicious drive into him was causing him pain. But at some point
in the process of being fucked the pain had stopped being a negative
thing, now it was part of the enjoyment of the fuck. He was again being
sexually used by his cousin and he was once more being turned on by it.
Andre was not exactly rational either. He was pounding as hard as he could
into the boy beneath him. He was quite certain that he was hurting Marc.
What dimly worried him was the fact that he did not really care if it was
causing Marc pain; his own enjoyment came first.
As Andre was contemplating this point, he realised that the concept was
turning him on even more. His orgasm was only strokes away when something
completely unexpected happened; Marc had his orgasm first.
The excitement of having his cock inside a boy who was shooting his load
was too much for Andre and he felt the first jet of his seed shoot out of
his cock and fill his cousin's twitching ass.
Somewhere, in another dimension, Marc could feel his load pump out of his
cock onto the bed and inside him he could feel that merciless cock shoot
wad after wad of cum deep inside his guts. He was not sure that his mind
was going to survive all this, but if it didn't, he didn't care.
When the power of reason returned to Marc he found the was lying on the
bed with Andre collapsed on top of him. Sweat was running down on to him
and Andre was still gasping for air. The cock in his ass was slowly going
soft. Marc twitched his ass, the cock bucked in response and Andre
groaned.
Marc smiled and lay feeling Andre's strong heartbeat on his back and it
also pulsed in the cock that was still inside him. He knew that life would
never ever be the same for him. He had been fucked for the first time, but
it would not be the last.
For Andre's part, the guilt began to set in. He had given his lust free
rein and the boy might be hurt. If this required hospital treatment, Andre
was in it up to the neck. Gingerly he started to part from the boy.
Marc cried out, "No! I like it there."
Andre relaxed a bit as it didn't sound too bad. However when he finally
did manage to get his cock back, he carefully examined it for blood and
was relieved to find none. He then looked at where it had been and winced.
Marc's ring was ravished. Lubricant and spent cum were everywhere. Gently
he wiped it with a tissue making it twitch.
"Christ, that was fan-fucking-tastic," was the thought that drifted
through both minds.
Within 30 minutes Marc had managed to get Andre hard enough to fuck him
again and they had just finished their fifth thrash when they heard their
parents return and this signalled close of play for the night. Wrapped in
each other's arms they drifted off to sleep.
So, unlike most teenagers, Andre and Marc each had a full and satisfying
sex life as they grew into manhood. Then Andre left to study medicine in a
distant city. Marc found others but got little satisfaction. When Andre
came home for the holidays they would sneak off and Andre would fuck Marc
until he walked funny.
Marc went off to study to be an Engineer. There he soon found some friends
who shared his interests and his bed. Although some of them were into
rough sex, none was as good as his first love, and none ever shot as big a
load as Andre.
Eventually holidays and family gatherings were the only times Marc got
what he wanted. Then, without any warning, a bolt from a clear blue sky
shattered his life, Andre returned for the Christmas holidays with a girl
in tow. Marc was devastated!
Although he and Andre did manage to get together on their own, they did
not have sex as Marc spent most of the time weeping. The girl, Helen, who
could best be described as a leggy blond, seemed to find Marc a strange
creature. His hatred for her was so strong that she could almost taste it,
but he always looked as if he was about to burst into tears.
Time, while it may be no beauty specialist, is a great healer. After a
year Marc forgave Andre and a semblance of their former sex life returned.
Then Helen and Andre announced their wedding day. Looking back on that
Marc could only savour what happened after the stag party. It had been
held in a large hotel. Marc and Andre shared a room so when the party was
over Andre had Marc stripped and face down on the bed within 2 minutes of
them closing the door.
About 30 minutes later Marc was standing in the bathroom cleaning himself
up, he had cum all over him, when an arm grabbed him round the waist and a
hand on the back of the neck forced him to bend over the wash basin. A
hard cock was thrust between his buns. It quickly found his ring and
entered him; Andre was back for second helpings.
Marc steadied himself by grasping the washbasin and looked round. One wall
was a mirror and in it he saw their reflections. There he stood partially
bent over with his erect cock sticking out, while Andre stood behind him
holding his hips and driving that murderous fat cock in and out of his
ass.
The sight was doing things to him and he could feel an orgasm was about to
hit. He watched the reflection of his own cock. It began to twitch in time
with Andre's strokes then a stream of white shot out and Marc felt it hit
the side of his face.
The rest of his load went on the mirror above the washbasin and onto the
basin itself.
"Christ, it feels fantastic when you cum like that!" said Andre, and kept
on pounding on his ass.
Marc watched his cock begin to wilt and drip cum onto the floor then, like
magic, it began to rise again and soon it was as erect as ever, just in
time to feel Andre explode inside his guts. Marc savoured the moment as he
knew it would be one of the last times he would feel it. Andre pulled out
a little early and the last shots hit Marc on the back and bum. When Marc
stood up there was fresh cum all over him.
"God, you are a messy bugger," said Andre, playfully wiping his cock on
Marc's ass.
He then jumped back quickly and just avoided Marc's lunge for his crotch.
He managed to get hold of the younger man and force him to his knees
before him.
"Well, if you are going to clean up you had better start here," he said.
Marc liked this bit. The semi-hard cock hung before his face, spent cum
was all over it and even extended back into the pubic hair. But, as ever,
Marc went first for the gob that was about to drip from the end and, in
doing so, got the head of it into his mouth.
Using his tongue and suction he quickly got the last of Andre's load out
of his cock. He released the cock and quickly began to lick it clean with
his tongue. Out of the corner of his eye in the mirror he could see Andre
watching him work with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Marc next cleaned the cum out of Andre's bush and took each of the nuts
into his mouth one at a time, again using his tongue to clean them. Then
came the bit that always excited Marc. He started with the semi-hard cock
in his mouth then, in one movement, he pushed forwards and it was all the
way down his throat. He nuzzled Andre's bush with his nose and waited.
Slowly at first, the cock began to grow in his throat. He could feel it
getting longer, harder and, most excitingly, thicker in his gullet. He
held on even after it stopped him from breathing. It was with some
satisfaction that, when he finally had to come up for air, the cock that
came out of his mouth was fully erect.
Andre reached down and began to jack himself off. This time it did not
take him very long to cum and when he did he aimed it straight at Marc's
face and shot his load over it. For some reason both of them enjoyed this.
It in someway emphasised their relative parts in the role-play of their
sex lives.
Marc gave up trying to clean himself at the washbasin and went to the
shower instead. No sooner was he clean than Andre made a mess of him
again. By the time they finally got to sleep, Marc was wondering if Helen
would marry a worn out wreck.
The car drove on through the darkness and Marc continued to brood. The
Stag night was the last time Andre ever had him, until some eleven months
later, when Andre had turned up totally unexpectedly at Marc's flat.
He said that he was doing some medical research and needed some samples.
He tried to keep it simple and, from what Marc understood, it was
something to do with hereditary characteristics. The samples he required
were blood and semen.
He got them in that order. The blood was easy, just a prick in the arm, it
took no time at all. The semen required a prick in the ass, Marc made it
last as long as he could before he shot into the wide mouthed jar that he
was holding over his cock. This was not as simple as it sounds, the prick
in his ass was in the process of cuming too and that made aiming
difficult.
There was nothing for a week, then a phone call broke the peace and Andre
invited him down for this weekend. His request had been a strange and
exciting one; Marc was not to have any orgasms for the 3 days before he
departed.
Marc's hopes of a weekend of unrelenting sex with his cousin had been
dashed when Andre mentioned his wife was still at home. Marc hoped that
they would still manage to get some time alone.
They finally arrived and Helen met them at the door. She greeted him
warmly, took his coat and led him directly into the dining room. The meal
was delicious and obviously a lot of effort had been put into it. The wine
flowed freely and by the time they got to the brandy and coffee Marc was
feeling quite, er, well, relaxed. All through the meal he had a nagging
suspicion that something was being plotted, but the drink stopped him
worrying too much.
The small talk at the table was flagging slightly when Helen, apparently
in an effort to get it going again said, "We are going to have a baby."
Caught off guard Marc could only come out with one of the stock phrases
that is used in these occasions, "Oh, when is it due?"
"Oh, in about 9 months time," said Andre, answering for his wife.
He now watched Marc's face as the penny slowly rolled its way through the
alcoholic haze, then dropped.
"You mean she's not pregnant?" asked the slightly befuddled Marc.
"Well, not yet," said Andre, teasing his cousin.
His wife put Marc out of his misery by saying, "You see, my dear Marc, we
need some help to have children. That cock of his, that you so dearly love
playing with, only fires blanks."
Marc looked first at Helen then at Andre, with total disbelief written
large on his face.
"But he can't be infertile. He cums like a ruddy fountain. I have never
seen anyone who can shoots as much as he can!"
Andre looked slightly sheepish and said, "That is the problem. I produce
loads of fluid, but little sperm, and that is where you come in."
Marc thought for a moment then said, "You want me to be a donor?"
Andre smiled and said, "Well, let's say; you will be supplying the sperm."
Marc said, "Jacking off into a bottle again?"
There was a long silence.
"Er, no. For two reasons. One, I hate being poked about down there with
surgical instruments and the second is, I have only ever had sex with one
man and I want to see if he," here Helen looked pointedly at her husband,
"is really as good as he says he is."
Marc looked from face to face, shit; they seemed to be serious.
"Let me see if I have got this right. You want me to fuck her?" His voice
went up almost a full octave on the last word.
Andre said, "Succinctly, if crudely, put."
Marc said, "But I don't normally even fuck boys. How could I ever fuck a
girl?"
"That is where I come in," said Andre, "I want to have some part in the
conception of our offspring. I shall be, er, stimulating you. As I
remember when my cock is in your ass you can't help getting an erection
so, I will make sure that you can perform."
"But why does it have to be me?" said Marc, getting desperate.
"Oh, you're the perfect choice. You're incapable of performing with Helen
if I'm not there. So should she get a taste for you, she will have to have
me there, too. Next, you are genetically very close to me, so the kids
will look like us," Andre explained.
"But what if I'm infertile too?" said Marc, the panic had set in and he
was frantically looking for a way to escape.
"Ah yes, your fertility. On this point we are very different. Remember the
sperm sample you so kindly gave me? Well I had it tested and you are the
exact opposite of me, it is a good job you are gay, because you are so
fecund that you would have left a trail of bastards wherever you went,"
said Andre, with a needless amount of relish.
"You took these samples under false pretences!" exclaimed Marc.
"Well, I am a doctor, we do that sort of thing," said Andre, smiling.
Marc gasped.
"I can also tell you that you are the same blood group as me and you have
no nasty social diseases. So, shall we go to the bedroom and get things
started?" said Andre, finishing his coffee and rising.
Helen got up but Marc stayed seated. Andre picked up Marc, threw him over
his shoulder and everyone ended up in the bedroom. Andre locked the door,
pocketed the key and threw Marc on the bed.
"I want you naked ASAP," he said to Marc.
In the past when Andre had said something like that to him Marc would have
been naked in a flash, now he seemed a bit reluctant. He wasn't wearing a
lot of clothes, but he tried to make what little he was wearing last as
long as he dared.
By the time he was down to his underwear the other two were naked. This
was the first time in his life that Marc had been near a naked female and
it caused him extreme embarrassment.
"You can look at me," said Helen.
Marc shook his head and stared at the floor.
"Look at her!" ordered Andre.
As ever Marc obeyed his cousin and took in the slim lines of Helen as she
slowly pirouetted before him. Fortunately her breasts were pert and not
pendulous, her waist was trim, but her buns were not the shape he was used
to. A quick peek at Andre revealed that he was horny; a glance at Marc's
own crotch showed that, although he did not relish what was about to
happen, his body was all excited.
Andre stood and looked at him. "If you take them off and co-operate you
can teach Helen how to suck cock properly. However if you don't she will
sit on you face and I will make her cum."
Marc went so pale that Helen giggled. He knew that Andre was quite capable
of carrying out his threat and so he lost no time in stripping off his
remaining clothes.
Helen looked him up and down stopping only at the crotch and said, "He's
not that small."
Marc, if it was possible, went even redder. Andre just grunted and bounced
onto the bed landing on his back. Helen joined him by climbing on top of
him in a 69 position. Marc, keeping his eyes firmly on Andre's upright
manhood, knelt on the bed between Andre's legs.
There he spent a cheerful ten minutes showing Helen all the ways to make
her husband happy using her tongue and mouth. He tried to ignore the wet
slurping noises that were coming from the other end of the bed.
Occasionally Helen's eyes would glaze but, for the most part, she was a
good pupil.
Marc recognised the familiar signs that Andre was about to blow and
realised that he was taking Helen with him in a major way. He tried to get
Andre's cock in his mouth while Helen was busy doing a lot of screaming
and moaning. He was just in time to catch Andre's load, well most of it,
the first wad hit him full in the face. He could feel the warm juice
trickle down his face, slowly cooling, as he voraciously sucked Andre's
nuts dry.
When the other two had caught their breath Helen looked at Marc and said,
"He looks so cute sitting there, like a naughty little boy, with cum all
over his face."
"He always was a messy little pup with things like that," conceded Andre,
making Marc's face turn red.
Marc cleaned off his face and snuggled up to Andre. After a while Andre
slipped an arm round Marc and hugged him. The arm then slid down until the
hand rested on his buns. Marc felt the very familiar touch of Andre's
finger making its way inside him and his cock began to stiffen. Marc also
tried to ignore what Andre's other hand was doing but Helen's gasps made
it a bit difficult. Andre was having the best of both worlds.
After Helen had her second orgasm Andre said to Marc, "Go down on me and
show Helen how you make me hard."
Marc turned round so his mouth could reach Andre's manhood while still
allowing Andre's finger to work on his ass. As Marc slid the limp cock
into his mouth and down his throat he tried to dwell on the thought that
it was already hardening and would soon be deep in his ass. Unfortunately,
his mind kept drifting off to the subject of where his own cock would soon
be, a prospect that he did not fancy.
The irony of the situation was not wasted on him. In a few minutes he was
going to be forced by Andre to have sex with his beautiful young wife. A
situation that a straight guy would give his eye-teeth for, but a prospect
that filled Marc with dread. All he could do was take the pleasure from
feeling Andre's manhood growing within him until it filled his throat.
Helen watched Marc's actions with interest, Andre had told her that Marc
could do this trick. On several occasions she had tried it but had never
managed it. Marc made it look so easy.
As Marc backed off the rigid cock and gasped for air Andre started
ordering him about. All too soon he found himself on his hands and knees
while Helen lay beneath him with her legs spread wide.
"Look, can't we talk this through like adults?" he asked, as the moment of
truth drew perilously close.
"Oh do stop whining," said Helen, "Look, if you do it properly in about 6
month's time I'm going to lose interest in sex for a while, but he isn't.
I trust him with you, so get me pregnant and you'll have lots of fun
later."
Marc was about to start explaining how he felt when two very familiar
hands grabbed his hips and steadied him as the thick, hard shaft of an
equally familiar cock slowly began to enter him. Marc looked down and saw
his limp cock dangling above the blond bush that covered Helen's pussy.
To Marc the sight of pubic hair and no cock looked somehow obscene, his
eyes returned to his own cock. Despite his every effort, it was rising to
the occasion. Within a couple of minutes of Andre working Marc's ass over,
he was as hard as Andre.
"OK!" said Andre "Now you are ready to enter her. Just lower yourself and
she'll guide you in. I've made her nice and wet for you, so you can slip
right in."
Andre began to lean his full weight onto Marc forcing him down and
ensuring he complied. Marc felt a soft hand encircle his cock and guide
it. In the past he had fucked the occasional male, more out of curiosity
than desire. While it had not been an unpleasant sensation, he much
preferred to be fucked.
The sensations coming from his cock now were quite different. It was
slipping into a breathtaking warm wetness that he had never experienced
before. As he lay fully on Helen he noticed how soft she was compared to
Andre. Her breasts seemed to attract his hands and, to his dismay, he
found he was fondling them. Helen grabbed his head and began French
kissing him. The trusts from the cock in his ass were transmitted through
his body and made his own manhood move in and out of Helen. He closed his
eyes and surrendered his body to the pleasure.
Just then a nasty little thought crossed Marc's mind. If he could hold off
from shooting, until Andre reached his orgasm, then Andre would have to
fuck him again. To reach this goal he began moving his ass in all the ways
he knew that would drive Andre crazy. The effect was apparent almost
immediately as Andre began to groan. Marc now concentrated exclusively on
Andre.
This was not quite as good an idea as it might have seemed to be, because
he paid no attention to Helen. She was in the process of being fucked by
the only other man she had ever had. It was quite different from having
Andre inside her. Marc's intervening body was muting his savage thrusts
quite nicely. And, while Marc's cock was not as large as Andre's, it was
doing a good job.
But when Marc started wriggling about to turn Andre on, it opened a whole
new world for Helen. Marc's movements of his ass were reflected in the
movements of his cock. Helen, used to only a straight hard fuck, began to
get quite excited by Marc's actions.
Marc could feel the thrusting cock in his ass speed up and he knew the end
was near. He also knew that he was perilously close to the edge, but he
was a master at controlling his orgasm, and anyway, brinkmanship was a
challenge. He put everything he could into making Andre lose control, and
it worked.
Andre felt the command of his body slip from his grasp and he really
slammed into Marc, as he was not the kind of man who liked to be bested.
He was suddenly aware that the dam was breaking then he dumped his load
into his cousin's ass with an animal fury. Perhaps this would drive the
obstinate little bastard into an orgasm, but it didn't.
Marc could have screamed with joy. Andre was cuming and he was still just
short of the edge. Alas his triumph was short lived. His actions to propel
Andre into his orgasm had also had the same effect on Helen.
She suddenly had her orgasm and Marc's cock was still rock hard and deep
inside her. The sensation of her pussy going into spasms on his member
while his cousin was still pumping cum into him was more than enough to
ensure he blew. So, for the first time ever, he shot his seed where nature
had intended, all three days worth. Later he would be willing to admit it
had been a fantastic orgasm, but at that moment he wasn't really capable
of rational thought at all.
An indefinite amount of time passed as the three of them slowly came down
from their respective highs. Both males were quite limp when they all
separated. Helen watched with bemused interest as Marc licked her husband
clean. Then Marc watched with undisguised horror as Andre used his tongue
to clean out Helen.
Then they all rested until Andre had recovered.
Marc was next relegated to the position of voyeur, as Andre mounted his
wife and began fucking her.
Actually it was the first time that Marc had watched his cousin fuck
anyone else. From experience he knew that Andre was not going at full
throttle, he was holding a lot back. He was also interested to watch
Helen, as she slowly lost the fight, and was forced to let her very
dominant husband take charge of her body. Quite unlike the way he dealt
with Andre, which was both instant and total submission.
Once in command, Andre drove Helen into her orgasm, and Marc was quite
surprised to see him fuck her straight through it without missing a
stroke. Tentatively he reached out and cupped his cousin's balls as they
moved backwards and forwards with the motion of the fuck. They were pulled
tight against the thrusting cock. With his free hand he encircled the
driving cock with his forefinger and thumb, taking a perverse delight in
feeling it run slickly through his fingers as it fucked a woman.
Once more Helen began to make the now familiar noises signalling that
another orgasm was near. Marc knew from past experience that Andre was
also close to the edge. So as Helen came, Marc's caressing fingers ensured
his cousin had no choice but to follow. Marc got an erotic kick as he felt
Andre's seed race by his fingers on its way into Helen's belly.
He was sitting there feeling quite proud of himself, watching the sweating
couple, when Andre began to pull out. Marc watched with mixed feelings as
his cousin turned round, his semi-erect cock still dripping.
Marc made no effort to resist as Andre's hand clamped on the back of his
neck and drew him closer to the cock. Trying desperately not to think
where it had come from, he set to the task of recovering what little of
his cousin's load there was to be had. When he had sucked the cock dry he
once more cleaned the shaft and pubic hair. At no time during this
exercise did the hand on his neck so much as ease its grip.
"You like the taste of my cum?" Andre asked, in rather silky tones.
Marc nodded.
"Then I know where there is plenty more," said Andre as he forced his
cousin's reluctant face between Helen's widespread thighs.
Marc sort of suspended his thought process. There was no point in fighting
it; Andre would have his way. Disgusting as it was he was going to have to
lick out a woman. He closed his eyes as his face was forced into the wet
and matted pubic hair. Without thinking he began to lap up the spent cum.
As a matter of fact it was not nearly as bad as he had expected. The
reactions from Helen to the assault by his tongue were quite interesting,
and he found could reach quite a lot of his cousin's load, if he really
tried. Then Helen came on his face, and of course Andre ruthlessly held
him in position until she was finished.
The rest of the night was a bit hazy for Marc. He remembered having a
rather large Scotch to take the taste away then things seemed to repeat
themselves. He had a notion that the second time he had to go down on
Helen, although the hand was back on his neck, it wasn't really needed.
The rest was mercifully lost from his memories.
Some eight months passed and Christmas once more arrived with all its
attendant horrors. Marc returned to his parent's house to find Andre and a
heavily pregnant Helen. Helen was glowing with pride while Andre was doing
the macho bit that all young fathers-to-be seem to go through. Marc did
not know where to look, my God, that woman was all swollen up and he had
done it! Inside he had a completely unfamiliar sort of glow, he had
actually impregnated a woman.
Andre asked if he could have a private word with Marc. They retired to the
privacy of Marc's old bedroom where words became deeds, as Helen had long
since put herself off limits to Andre. When they were done, Andre
suggested that Marc move in with him and his wife. After some
consideration Marc accepted.
So Helen was happy, as Andre now had a safe output for his excessive sex
drive.
Andre was also happy as he could now get all the children that he had
planned, not to mention as much rough sex as he wanted.
Marc was ecstatic; he had his beloved Andre again. Plus, he even liked it
when he was forced to have sex with Helen. But he never let the other two
know, well, it would have spoiled the fun.
The End.
My thanks to RH for editing this and. in so doing, turning it into
passable English.
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